Dear Editor. When I was born, I was black. When I grew up, I was black. When I went in the sun, I stayed black. When I got cold, I was black. When I was scared, I was black. When I was sick, I was black. When I bruise, I'm still black. And when I die, I'll still be black. NOW, You 'white' folks.... When you're born, you're pink, When you grow-up, you're white, When you go in the sun, you get red. When you're cold, you turn blue. When you're scared, you're yellow. When you get sick, you're green. When you bruise, you turn purple. And when you die, you look gray. So who y'all callin' COLORED folks? ED NOTE: In the words of our commander-in-chief, who by the way is also a Caucasian... Too Chee (touché) . Dear Editor. I was reading The Michigan CFO Associate's newsletter put out by Todd Rammler from one of your web lynx. I just have one question... "What the heck is 'The Small-Business CFO' doing with Barack Obama???" ED NOTE: I talked to Rambo about this inopportune photo op while attending the Frank Calliendo concert at Meadowbrook. Todd informed me that Barack Obama was a lot like the Pina Colada I was drinking. They both tasted like cardboard. | |
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